"It's a ball." Ashton stated flatly. "My sense for it is just that." He eyed Mickey as the boy jogged over to retrieve the ball where it had rolled, anticipating him to kick it his way once more.
Make it his own? Ashton didn't really want it to be his own, but if he did, he thought, he would protect it at all costs. There was no pushing or shoving allowed, there was a lot of running and footwork to do, and more and more Ashton was wondering why he had decided to, or agreed to play this game in the first place.
"Just give it to me," he demanded again, "And it will be mine. And you can't steal it!" he added the last bit with a scowl. He hadn't been in his human form for very long compared to others. It was only within the last year or so that he had learned how to change forms and then it took many a wobbling step to learn to walk, how to keep balance without his wings and tail, and then from there, how to run. But he had not had any reason to run before. Ashton didn't run from things, and he didn't run towards them. His coordination in human form was limited by the things he had tried already and fancy footwork and moving quickly for more than a burst of speed were not skills he had ever acquired.
So taking the ball, Ashton tried it. Even if he didn't make it look as easy and fluid as Mickey did, he wasn't going to walk away from this field without having at least learned something. Even if Mickey was a cocky student who got on Ashton's nerves more than not, the dragon still recognized he could gain knowledge from him. Even if the object of the game, other than putting the ball between the goal posts, completely eluded the beast.
He jogged some, pausing to nudge the ball as he came upon it each time.